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It feels like time to let it go |
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It feels like time to break or show |
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It feels like time to cut your brakes |
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Shut your mouth, do something, anything |
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It feels like time to fuck or leave |
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It feels like I'm choking just to breathe |
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It feels like time ain't time at all |
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Just black out, wake up foreign, wander home |
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I wander home |
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Take me out, lay me down |
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Let the dirt fall around me |
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Baby ain't it good to be back home |
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The burning future's in the mountains |
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All lit up, yeah you can count yours |
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Baby ain't it good to be back home |
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It feels like just another day |
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Like one more dead town's last parade |
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Like we're taking pictures of a tidal wave |
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On the shore grinning a hundred feet away |
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It feels like time ain't time at all |
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Just black out, wake up foreign, wander home |
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I wander home |
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Take me out, lay me down |
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Let the dirt fall all around me |
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Baby ain't it good to be back home |
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The burning future's in the mountains |
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All lit up, yeah you can count yours |
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Baby ain't it good to be back home |
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Ain't it good to be back home |
